Blackmailed For Love

He didn't knock as he entered the small file room.He stood there and looked around, if he was impressed by the work I'd had done in just two days he didn't say it.

Instead when his eyes came back to me they were as cold and hard as an ice block.

Once upon a time they used to look at me like I was his whole world.

"Get up.We are leaving."

I blinked up at him, not understanding where he was taking me.

His eyes narrowed on me and he said, "You are not doing a good job of following my orders."

Not giving into the urge to roll my eyes, I stood up and grabbed my small purse.

Pressing my hand down to smooth out my skirt, I rounded the desk and I asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Your home.I decided I'll drop my whore back at her place at the end of the day."

His words made me wince and he saw it as a moment later he grabbed my wrist to pull me in front of him.

His hard eyes caressed my face and he said, "I won't let you forget it.The way I couldn't forget.I'll keep reminding you and myself who you truly are."

I bit down the inside of my cheek and stared back at him.I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing how his words were scratching at my bruised heart.

He gripped my face and dug his fingers into my cheeks as he demanded, "Say it."

One thing about Kristian was, he always lashed out and did everything he could to not be the only one feeling the pain.

When someone hurts him he hurts them back tenfold.

And he didn't know how to stop until his enemy was beaten down and destroyed.

I had seen it with my own eyes.I knew it deep in my bones how far he could go.

So there was no trying to fight it.

Also, I just didn't want to fight him.

He had his demons and I used to be his comforting place despite our age difference but then I turned on him, became the one who broke his trust, and became another person in his list of demons.

"I am a whore." I said, giving him what he wanted.

Or maybe I was just a glutton for punishment His lips twisted.

"Whose?"

"Yours."

Only his.

Ever his.

"That's right.Don't you ever forget that."

He walked out of the room and made me follow him.

Unlike him my steps were hesitant as I followed him, I didn't want him to drop me home.

had lied about my town, my schooling

my status

the people here to my personal life but now he wanted to drop me home: Please, God, make him have a flat tire: And he totally

Nope.

Not on my side.

Like he ever is.

god, why?  His car didn't have

it any less than the beauty

lips curved up as a memory from the

Ferrari GT and he had taken me on a long

spent the

the way and without

later I heard

he could get irritated and start to throw more of his

sat down, I

to drive me.I can go.I'll take

He didn't say anything.

held the steering wheel like one would hold a

later, I knew where he

written on the form after looking it

and tried again,

few things

and he said, "I'll

you want to

brows went up on my forehead in

offer, I didn't have enough money to let him know

I sighed.

buy them

just have to

will drop me off and I will wait for him

different and longer route back to my actual place but

the usual butterscotch pastry

would be late to

car came to a slow

to him and said, "Thank

made me nervous

he was becoming

both knew he

on my face as I said, "No, you

my fate as he opened

so much as I

didn't wait

to stand on my side, I blurted out, "You can't come

He arched a brow.

and looked for a reason why he couldn't come

"Mom wouldn't want to see

stretched between us

what felt like hours he stood back against his car, crossed his legs at the ankles

as I saw

like a GQ

was wearing a suit that was a combination